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The Gambler 
Medium
by Kenny Rogers
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On a warm summer's evenin',
On a train for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' the were
By the way they their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he speakin',
He turned the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
On a train for nowhere
I met up with the gambler.
We were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a-starin'
Out the at the darkness.
When boredom overtook us,
He began to speak.
He said, 'Son, I've made my life
Out of readin' people's faces.
Knowin' the were
By the way they their eyes.
So if you don't mind my sayin',
I can see you're out of aces,
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you advice.'
So I handed him my bottle,
and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette
And asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet,
And his face lost all expression.
He said, 'If
You're play the game, boy,
You learn to play it right.'
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know to walk away,
Know to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
Now gambler knows
The secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to away
And knowin' what to keep.
'Cause hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep.'
And when he speakin',
He turned the window,
Crushed out his cigarette
And off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness,
The gambler he broke even.
And in his final words I found
An ace that I could keep.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done.
You've got to know
When to hold 'em,
when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away,
when to run.
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table.
There'll be enough for countin'
the dealin's done.
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